Overpowered Wizard-Chapter B4 Ch35: Para Faces Bianca

“You need to leave,” Para hissed from her VIP booth, her backside cushioned by a high-backed chair fir for a queen.

Her table arrangement placed her at the back of The Demon Queen’s Delight, where black chandeliers and dark furnishing surrounded her as if she were the centerpiece. Tinted floor-to-ceiling windows encircled a room that could host hundreds but was only occupied by Para and the sharply dressed drider staff who would’ve been drenched in sweat if they could sweat.

There was also the one cranky chef who’d dared Para to eat him on multiple occasions while he acquired her order directly. Para found his lack of self-preservation amusing enough to spare him. She could always have the chef for dessert.

Outside, far below the tall tower where the restaurant stood at the zenith, the eclectic and patchwork cavern city was in full throes of pandemonium. All a consequence of Para’s father eliminating the leadership and conducting a ritual with results Para couldn’t quite track. Whatever he’d done, the end of Carrowmore was nigh, but that was still second to the continuation of the tournament.

Spell casts of many types flashed down below, some dark and deadly, some bright and wondrous. Fights between the upper crust and the lower caste spilled across the streets. Blood feuds covered patches of the cavernous sky with actual blood that rained down as sharp and poisonous needles.

A reckoning had arrived for Carrowmore at long last, and it wasn’t even from a direct effort. The fall of Carrowmore was an accidental byproduct of much stronger forces conducting their business as titans would – making others suffer for the crime of being in the wrong place and wrong time understep.

Para sat with the best view of the chaos while dressed in a black diamond gown with only two arms, two legs, and no tail. She enjoyed having a tail. But when she wanted to sit comfortably, it was an inconvenience, and Para was already burdened with the most insidious of inconveniences.

Endless rage.

It burned like a hundred red suns inside her.

At a speed that went beyond most creatures’ ability to think, Para mentally checked herself every split second to stop from giving into her endless rage. If not, Carrowmore, Corma, and perhaps many more planets that shared the lesser realm space would’ve been taken over by now, annihilated and consumed.

Thus, every spike of annoyance Para felt had her teetering on the edge. It didn’t help that the one mortal person she cared for most, perhaps to a degree that was on level with her muddled care for Zarian, showed up. It didn’t help that this idiotic mortal had arrived with her patented goofy smile, her dazzling warm aura, and her saccharine nature.

Bianca Garcia.

“Para, look at you! You’re your own lady now! And my have you grown!” Bianca’s Spanish was thick, heady, and advanced. She spoke as she would in Cuba, which was a specific manner of Spanish that Para could easily follow.

Para liked languages more than anybody else. She liked the way the voice box, mouth, and tongue had to work out distinct sounds. She wondered how Bianca’s tongue would taste.

Such a thought stirred Para’s bottomless hunger. Her rage spiked once more, and then once again when Bianca stopped at the seat across from Para and waited for an invitation to sit.

“Go away,” Para growled.

“I’ll go away once we catch up. I need to be here for you.” Bianca giggled behind her well-manicured hand. She looked healthy and well. Para could tell Bianca’s current power tier was far higher than before. She’d grown quite strong recently.

But Para was far, far stronger.

“There’s nothing you need to be here for. I’m perfectly fine. I don’t need anything from you.” Para recrossed her legs and looked back down at the destructive fighting below. Her hunger roiled, and she couldn’t keep ignoring it.

She saw something scrumptious and forcefully teleported the Level 164 Demonic Assassin from the ground floor to a spot next to her seat. Before the drider could react, Para poked the man in the neck with a claw, infecting him with one tiny strand of herself.

Parasite Princess, an ultra bloodline skill, took over from there.

The man didn’t even have enough time to scream before he was turned into a lump of flesh the size of a handball. With a flick of a finger and some more magic, Para contracted the ball further and ate it like a small meaty treat. She didn’t swallow right away. She made a point of rolling it around in her mouth and chewing on it while looking at Bianca hungrily.

Run away. You’re no match for me. We can’t be friends ever again. Save yourself.

“How does it taste?” Bianca asked innocently.

Para hesitated slightly. “Could use some seasoning. The exoskeleton bits have a nice crunch to them.”

The radiant woman nodded sagely before tilting her head down at the seat across from Para. Sighing, the newest Darkrun child waved for Bianca to join her.

A member of the staff zipped over to show Bianca the menu and get her order. Then he zipped away to the kitchen. Soon enough, the chef could be heard swearing a storm and banging around some pots. The man was really begging for Para to end him, and strangely, Para wasn’t feeling inclined to follow through just yet.

Let him anticipate the end longer. It’ll make the meal tastier.

Bianca giggled at the outburst before placing her attention back on Para fully, as one should. “Well, I want to start by saying welcome to the hot and powerful bad girlie club. I don’t have a package made for you, but your membership includes extreme emotional responses to unreasonable and reasonable situations while all the idiots stare at your boobs and question your intelligence. Granted, I’m always questioning mine, so I don’t mind!” Her perfect smile flashed like a solar flare.

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Para grasped the stem of her wine glass, the drink already prepared for them both. “Hm, it’s best that you don’t bother with a gift. You should rescind the invitation as well. I prefer refined company. The ultra kind.” She took a slow drink, her eyes all spite and poison as she glared over the glass.

“Oof! You’re already climbing the bad girlie ranks! So fast!” Bianca laughed it off in between sips of her wine. Almost like a child, she looked at her drink, cheered, and took an even larger gulp. “Woo! Okay! I might as well get to the point!”

“The day you have a point beyond a sword is the day I convert to Gilbert’s religion and let him baptize me.”

“I should’ve brought Gilbert with me. Would’ve been funny! But that’s not my point! I want to spar with you. I think other than the Darkruns, I’m now the strongest! I can even beat up Naomi consistently!”

Para gave Bianca a long and hard look. Attempts to identify the Radiant Queen were met with bright and confusing lights that shone in the substrate of their magical reality. Bianca was too blinding to spy directly on without some effort, but Para knew deeply that Bianca was far from a real threat.

It was impossible for her to even hurt Para. Yet, why would she request a doomed fight and risk my hunger?

Going for a spar at their stage was laughable. There could only be room for conquest and domination and destruction. Para couldn’t imagine herself being capable of too much mercy either. She was already past the edge, eager to submerge into outright carnage if given half a chance.

The conversation entered a lull because Para refused to engage. Maybe silence would remove Bianca from her presence, but as per usual, Bianca entertained herself. She sang, swayed her head side-to-side, and ensnared the nearest members of the staff with her bewitching light and insatiable need to talk.

By the time that food arrived, half the staff were laughing along with Bianca’s jokes, ignoring the danger Para presented. They weren’t even nervous anymore.

Gods damn you, Bianca. They’re much tastier when they’re afraid. Para seethed.

And then Bianca launched her trap. On the staff. “Hey, join freedom! It’s fun, and you’ll be cool for doing it. It’ll make things easier with our empire, since, y’know, we’re all global! I made the elves join, so you should, too!”

Before they could even question it, the drider staff shook her hand one by one and changed alignments. Despite herself, Para’s inclination to feast on them after dinner lowered significantly. They were part of freedom now. They were technically on her side even though Para’s free evil supported just about anything nefarious.

Bianca’s meddling was going too far.

But then she took it a step further.

“Hm, maybe I should invite more driders. I bet you they’re all not too bad. I’ll be back.” She ate quickly and flashed away.

Para ate each piece of her meal bit by bit. It took about an hour to finish. Bianca returned by then after converting thousands of driders and others across the cavern city. Now there was an exodus of freedom-aligned driders fleeing the city and starting their trek to the capital.

“You’ve grown more effective at bending the wills of others, I see,” Para commented. “It’s almost scary. You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you?”

“What? Me? No.” She waved it off. “I’m just a delicate and pretty flower. Want to know how I layer my scents? One whiff usually does the trick.”

Para had to admit that Bianca did smell nice, but she didn’t bite. The more Para looked, the more she felt that Bianca’s more dangerous than she seemed at first glance.

After they had dessert, with the restaurant staff and the chef remaining unconsumed, Para and Bianca went about going through dozens of wines.

“My dad is irresponsible.” Para swirled the dark drink in her wine glass after it was quickly refilled. “It wasn’t so clear to me until he gave me my own body, my own freewill, and left me to fend for myself. It hurts me to say that he’s a fool for doing that.”

“He has free evil though. Maybe it’s one of those big brain moves that pays off in the future,” Bianca chimed.

“I doubt that. This is Zarian we’re talking about. He uses the extra intelligence for spellcraft and sorcery mostly. Beyond that, his ability to predict the consequences of his own actions is lacking. It’s a wonder that Corma hasn’t exploded without me being there to help guide him.”

“I think Zarian will do just fine. Maybe even better! Just like how you’ll do great. You look like a bombshell, Para.”

A small growl escaped the Level 200 Parasite Phenom. “I can destroy this entire world with ease, Bianca! And he’s leaving me here. Running off to be with his ten-thousand-year-old girlfriend! And what am I supposed to do? Not destroy the world? Not eat everyone?!”

“Have fun with me?” Bianca asked innocently.

Para snapped. If only a little. She seized Bianca with magic and teleported them far, far, far away. She took them across the realm before landing on a world that lacked intelligent inhabitants.

There were only three moons, and their personal star was bluish. The aura was denser here, much better. Para could flex more of her power without feeling restrained.

“Nice! I was wondering why I felt off. Let me know when you’re ready!” Bianca strutted into a clear field in a valley.

The local geography was mountainous, with great rivers winding around. It wouldn’t last. Nothing would. This was a Dying World in the making once Para got started.

Para stalked after her prey. She’d already noted how Bianca was dressed in mythical leathers that were form-fitting and hardy. She hadn’t come unprepared.

Para remained in her black gown even though it wasn’t fitting for what came next. She didn’t need to swap. This was going to be an easy fight.

“If I hurt you, the others would hate me for it. If I consume you, then maybe Zarian would take his actions more seriously.”

Bianca stopped and frowned. “Freeing you is a great decision, Para. Zarian wasn’t wrong about that choice. You deserve it.”

“I AM A MONSTER! A DEVOURER! I SHOULDN’T BE FREE!” Para roared, shooting a bolt that combined spellcraft and sorcery – radiation blast. The toxic green missile flew at Bianca’s face.

Smirking, Bianca smote the projectile with a touch of her finger and a small, potent blast of light.

Para was a little surprised to see that. Then the aggression kicked in, fueled by endless rage and hunger, and perhaps something more. Interest.

Her body rippled and shifted. She grew taller and sprouted another set of arms. Her reptilian tail thrust out from behind her with a snap. Her fangs grew. She produced a crown of horns from her head while her scaly dreadlocks grew thicker. Dark red scales appeared in bands around her dark skin, and her black-diamond gown became twisted by magic she’d stolen from Zarian and improved upon for her own uses. Now it was a proper armored dress.

“I’ll fashion you into the best coat of my collection,” Para said. “Thus, when I wear you around your friends, they will understand the folly of Zarian’s choices.”

Bianca giggled before reaching up and grasping at the air with one elegant hand. The world became brighter, an incredible force of pure Wonder made the air quake, and a beam of blue sunlight poured down.

It was then that Para realized she didn’t have an accurate idea of Bianca’s true power, or how far up she could go, as Bianca fashioned a blue sword made from the core light of a star. The air quaked further, the mountains rumbled, and the fields turned black under a flash wave of heat. Bianca’s elegant blue sword condensed with further power beaming down.

Then, the wings of freedom appeared on Bianca’s back.

Para launched the first real offensive quickly instead of waiting further. Something told her she shouldn’t let Bianca power up anymore.